Beauty: Fuel for the Spirit

grand treesLast month I was with dear friends in Anstruther, Scotland, where so many roads were lined with huge trees, their branches continuously reshaped by the sweeping winds that buffet the coast.

Remembering the moment I took this photograph led to contemplation, and what became clearer still is how life’s ‘sunny days’ and it’s storms transform us. Some events are healing, while others bruise our bodies But what is truer still is that both have the power to open our hearts and clear our attitudes, embuing our spirit with the strength and courage to willingingly evolve.

What is ‘fuel’ for your body?

What nurtures your heart?

What opens you to considering a new perspective?

How will you make space and time for yourself today?

Identify a morsel of grandeur, something for which you are deeply grateful, and celebrate it today!

Entertaining Angles Aware

I’ve learned that life is filled to overflowing with opportunities that can only be considered ‘magical’ or ‘miraculous’. When you experience one such moment your life is transformed and you learn to tune in, never wanting to miss another.

Yesterday was filled with many of those moments. It started when I woke up, and the instant I turned on the bedroom lamp the lightbulb exploded. It turned out that the lamp was ‘fried’. An hour later when it happened again, the ‘message’ seemed clear; Pay attention! When energy starts blowing out, I’ve learned to take it as an emotional heads up…

synchonicity

Yesterday was filled with many of those moments. It started when I woke up, and the instant I turned on the bedroom lamp the lightbulb exploded. It turned out that the lamp was ‘fried’. An hour later when it happened again, the ‘message’ seemed clear; Pay attention! When energy starts blowing out, I’ve learned to take it as an emotional heads up…

The day before, I’d scheduled a Skype call with my friend Elmer, forgetting that it was the same time that guests from out of town were due to arrive. But connecting with him was an absolute priority, and so I was continually checking my email to confirm the call with his beloved wife Anne, and struggling to focus while doing my best to not to burn the evening meal that was far more complicated than it ought to have been given the circumstances.
I was in the kitchen with my friends Jahnavi and Marylou, when two things happened; first, the energy in the room suddenly felt electrified, a sense that made all of us aware that ‘something’ was going on. It was then that I clearly heard Elmer say “Hey Lynnclaire.”

Telling them what happened, while neither Jahnavi nor Marylou heard him, without discounting my experience, I suggested that our guests might have arrived. They hadn’t, but it seemed certain that Elmer had.

The evening progressed and no email came to confirm the Skype call. Shortly after my guests left for their hotel, I opened my email to find a note from Anne that came in at 18.14. My energy dissolved reading her simple words telling me that Elmer passed at 9 AM their time, 17.00 mine; the exact moment when Elmer’s energy appeared in the kitchen and he called my name.

That he made a house call, stopping by to say farewell came as a surprise to no one. It remains an experience of grace, one for which I will be forever grateful. In the highest sense, it was an example of synchronicity, which for me is when human will, two or more, and the Divine spirit agree, and then come together to cooperate in what is most surely the work of regeneration. In this instance synchronicity produced an opportunity for closure, a chance to say hello and goodbye. All I can say is that for the Universe to take Elmer Schettler at this time means there’s a big job that needs big boots and an incredible heart to accomplish. That he rode the arc of Love from the red rocks of Sedona to Switzerland’s Alps for a cosmic hug, was a remarkable ending that sent us both towards a new beginning.

Strangly enough, today every time I’ve touched a lamp the bulb has instantly blown out… Sharing this with Anne I learned that recently a friend gave Elmer a new nickname because he kept coming up with all manner of ideas… The name? “Lightbulb”

Pay attention. You never know who may be waiting to greet you.

The Darkness Moving White Light

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12 september 2015

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